When he motioned for the bartender to close out his tab, I pulled up the number for the car service that was allowed on base. He signed the receipt with a flourish before handing it back to the guy and spinning around. I wiggled my phone at him, and he smiled.
“Your place or mine?” I asked.
“Yours.”
My thumb hovered over the call button as I asked, “You have your ID, right? I’m on base.”
He nodded, and I placed the call. The dispatcher told me there was a car nearby, so I ushered him outside. The car pulled up almost immediately.
We slid inside, and as usual, the backseat was nowhere large enough for my big ass. It would’ve been a tight fit if someone had chopped me off at the knees. And the headroom would’ve been uncomfortable if I was headless.
I turned, putting my back to the door behind the driver, and pulled Declan into the vee of my splayed thighs. He was a big man by anyone’s standards, yet he fit in my arms perfectly. I had a feeling he wasn’t all that comfortable handing over control.
I had a sneaking suspicion he was used to being the one in charge sexually, but something told me it was a role his size forced him into. I also suspected there was a subbie switch in him. Buried deep, maybe, but it was there.
Leaning down, I nibbled my way up to his ear.
“I can’t wait to get you in my bed, vato. I want to eat your ass before you stuff me full.”
A whimper… a fucking whimper escaped him, and he ground his ass back against my cock. Sliding one hand between his thighs, I cupped his dick, then traced a finger over the ridge in his pants.
Another whimper and the aggressive, prideful fucker in me preened like a peacock.
“Guys, as much as I’d like the show, don’t get cum in my car.”
“He wouldn’t dare. Would you, vato?”
Declan grumbled under his breath and sat forward. I wanted to throttle the damn driver, but it was fine. I didn’t want him getting off in the car, anyway. Weirdly enough, I felt possessive of Declan and his orgasms. So, I stayed put, leaning against the door. Mainly because I had no desire to wedge myself between the seat back and the driver, but also so I could watch Declan.
His lips, already full and pink, glistened in the passing lights from other drivers. The way he wiggled as he chewed them was so arousing and also concerning when combined with the furrowed brow and quiet yet spring-loaded demeanor.
Watching him, I felt like the likelihood of me getting dicked down was plummeting with each passing second.
“Hey,” I said, trying to draw his attention.
He jumped, so startled his whole body went stiff as a board before he sighed and turned to look at me.
“You okay?”
“What? No… yeah, I’m fine.”
Laughter escaped, even though I didn’t want it to. “So, which is it? No, or yes, you’re fine?”
He shook his head, laughed, then ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it as he did.
“Sorry…”
“No worries, as long as you’re okay.”
The deep huff he let out told me so much about him and his control issues. Frustration and a hint of longing were apparent in his huff. Or so I believed. I didn’t know him well enough to be sure, but my gut, which I never questioned, told me all I needed to know.
“If you’re not down…”
“Dude, I’m down. No worries.”
“Good,” I leaned forward, so I could whisper in his ear, “because I really wanna eat your ass.”
His hand shot up out of nowhere, grabbing my throat and pulling my lips to his. The dominant side came out of nowhere despite knowing what he’d said earlier.
